When I think of our condition, my heart is heavy. I see men of my own race treated as outlaws and driven from country to country, or shot down like animals.

If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.

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

General Howard informed me, in a haughty spirit, that he would give my people 30 days to go back home, collect all their stock, and move onto the reservation.

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

Cursed be he that scalps the reputation of the dead.

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.