The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
I cannot tell how much my heart suffered for my people while at Leavenworth.
We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.
The first white men of your people who came to our country were named Lewis and Clark.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.