Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.

When the green hills are covered with talking wires and the wolves no longer sing, what good will the money you paid for our land be then

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit

How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?

The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

. . . the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony and man - all belong to the same family. . . . The White Man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.