As a child I understood how to give; I have forgotten this grace since I became civilized.

Is there not something worthy of perpetuation in our Indian spirit of democracy, where Earth, our mother, was free to all, and no one sought to impoverish or enslave his neighbor?

No one who is at all acquainted with the Indian in his home can deny that we are a polite people.

The native American has been generally despised by his white conquerors for his poverty and simplicity.

The religion of the Indian is the last thing about him that the man of another race will ever understand.

Friendship is held to be the severest test of character. It is easy, we think, to be loyal to a family and clan, whose blood is in your own veins.

Love between a man and a woman is founded on the mating instinct and is not free from desire and self-seeking. But to have a friend and to be true under any and all trials is the mark of a man!