The song and the drumming were like this: Behold, a sacred voice is calling you; All over the sky a sacred voice is calling.

The boys of my people began very young to learn the ways of men, and no one taught us; we just learned by doing what we saw, and we were warriors at a time when boys now are like girls.

The power of a thing or an act is in the meaning and the understanding.

It is in the darkness of their eyes that men lose their way.

You remember that my great vision came to me when I was only nine years old, and you have seen that I was not much good for anything until after I had performed the horse dance near the mouth of the Tongue River during my eighteenth summer.

And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.

Know the Power that is Peace.