I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.

Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.

When the last deer disappears into the morning mist, When the last elk vanishes from the hills, When the last buffalo falls on the plains, I will hunt mice for I am a hunter and I must have my freedom.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

We damaged all the big guns we could, and carried away the powder and the lead.

It does not require many words to speak the truth.

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