So I took the bright red stick and at the center of the nation's hoop I thrust it in the earth.

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

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

At the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit. And that center is really everywhere. It is within each of us.

Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that world.... It was this vision that gave him his great power, for when he went into a fight, he had only to think of that world to be in it again, so that he could go through anything and not be hurt

Behold this day. It is yours to make.

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.