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

We gathered all the stock we could find, and made an attempt to move. We left many of our horses and cattle in Wallowa. We lost several hundred in crossing the river.

The earth is our mother. She should not be disturbed by hoe or plough. We want only to subsist on what she freely gives us.

I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more. I will tell you in my way how the Indian sees things. The white man has more words to tell you how they look to him, but it does not require many words to speak the truth.

When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.

We damaged all the big guns we could, and carried away the powder and the lead.

All men were made brothers. The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it. You might as well expect the rivers to run backward as that any man who was born free should be content when penned up and denied liberty to go where he pleases.