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

You might as well expect rivers to run backwards as any man born free to be contented penned up.

An Indian respects a brave man, but he despises a coward.

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

Words do not pay for my dead people.

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.

Good words will not give me back my children.