Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.

Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.

The soldiers did go away and their towns were torn down; and in the Moon of Falling Leaves (November), they made a treaty with Red Cloud that said our country would be ours as long as grass should grow and water flow.

Give me strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is.

I looked below and saw my people there, and all were well and happy except one, and he was lying like the dead - and that one was myself.

It's in the darkness of men's eyes that they get lost.

I think I have told you, but if I have not, you must have understood, that a man who has a vision is not able to use the power of it until after he has performed the vision on earth for the people to see.