We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.

All people should be treated the same way on earth.

The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark.

It does not require many words to speak the truth.

We ask to be recognized as men.

We ask only that the law shall work alike on all men.

I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they must do.