Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other then we shall have no more wars. We shall be all alike - brothers of one father and mother, with one sky above us and one country around us and one government for all. Then the Great Spirit Chief who rules above will smile upon this land and send rain to wash out the bloody spots made by brothers' hands upon the face of the earth. For this time the Indian race is waiting and praying. I hope no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.

Cursed be he that scalps the reputation of the dead.

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

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

We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.

Big name often stands on small legs.

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