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

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

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!

The hospitality of the wigwam is only limited by the institution of war.

The true Indian sets no price upon either his property or his labor. His generosity is limited only by his strength and ability. He regards it as an honor to be selected for difficult or dangerous service and would think it shameful to ask for any reward, saying rather: "Let the person I serve express his thanks according to his own bringing up and his sense of honor. Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth, and the Great Silence alone!. What is Silence? It is the Great Mystery! The Holy Silence is His voice!

He sees no need for setting apart one day in seven as a holy day, since to him all days are God's.

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