It takes few words to tell the truth.

I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast.

Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other, then we will have no more wars. We shall all be alike-brothers of one father and one another, with one sky above us and one country around us, and one government for all.

We damaged all the big guns we could, and carried away the powder and the lead.

We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.

Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.

When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.