The eye tells what the tongue would hide.
The earth is our mother. She should not be disturbed by hoe or plough. We want only to subsist on what she freely gives us.
We do not want churches. They will teach us to quarrel about God.
Good words will not give me back my children.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.
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.