It takes few words to tell the truth.

Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them.

War can be avoided, and it ought to be avoided. I want no war.

The Great Spirit Chief who rules above all will smile upon this land... and this time the Indian race is waiting and praying.