It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
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.
Look twice at a two-faced man.
The Indian race is waiting and praying.
I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.