Every place is the center of the world.

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?

Everywhere is the center of the world. Everything is sacred.

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.

Whether it happened so or not I do not know; but if you think about it you can see that it is true.

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

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