It may be that some little root of the sacred tree still lives. Nourish it then, that it may leaf and bloom and fill with singing birds.

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

The Holy Land is everywhere.

Every place is the center of the world.

Peace will come to the hearts of men when they realize their oneness with the universe, It is every where.

Hear me, four quarters of the world-a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is! Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds.

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.