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

It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.

Whenever the white man treats the Indian as they treat each other, then we will have no more wars. We shall all be alike-brothers of one father and one another, with one sky above us and one country around us, and one government for all.

Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where they can live in peace and take care of themselves. I am tired of talk that comes to nothing. It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and broken promises.

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.

I said in my heart that, rather than have war, I would give up my country.