When an Indian fights, he only shoots to kill.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

I only ask of the Government to be treated as all other men are treated. If I cannot go to my own home, let me have a home in a country where my people will not die so fast.

I did not want my people killed. I did not want bloodshed.

I hope that 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.

Finest fur may cover toughest meat.

We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.