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.

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

Good words do not last long unless they amount to something.

The Indian race is waiting and praying.

I am tired of talk that comes to nothing.

I have heard talk and talk, but nothing is done.

Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.