Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and broken promises.

Some of you think an Indian is like a wild animal. This is a great mistake.

I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.

My people were divided about surrendering.

My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.

I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed.

Cursed be he that scalps the reputation of the dead.