It takes few words to tell the truth.
I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came to our country.
We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.
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.
Cursed be he that scalps the reputation of the dead.