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

Good words will not give me back my children.

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.

Lawyer acted without authority from our band. He had no right to sell the Wallowa country.

I labored hard to avoid trouble and bloodshed.

We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.

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