I looked about me once again, and suddenly the dancing horses without number changed into animals of every kind and into all the fowls that are, and these fled back to the four quarters of the world from whence the horses came, and vanished.

As you walk upon the sacred earth, treat each step as a prayer.

All things are our relatives; what we do to everything, we do to ourselves. All is really One.

When you pray with this pipe, you pray for and with everything.

I had a vision with which I might have saved my people, but I had not the strength to do it.

After the horse dance was over, it seemed that I was above the ground and did not touch it when I walked.

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