The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.

Of all the teachings we receive, this one is most important: Nothing belongs to you of what there is, of what you take, you must share.

The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me. The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky, the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me. The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me. The strength of the fire, the taste of the salmon, the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away, they speak to me. And my heart soars.

We have taken so much from your culture, I wish you had taken something from ours...For there were some beautiful and good things within it. Perhaps now that the time has come, We are fearful that what you take will be lost.... I shall grab the instruments of the white man's success: His education, his skills, and society.

There is a longing among all people and creatures to have a sense of purpose and worth. To satisfy that common longing in all of us we must respect each other.

The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.

If the very old will remember, the very young will listen.