We are part of the earth and it is part of us ... What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

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

Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father leads his infant son, but he has forsaken his red children; he makes your people wax strong every day, and soon they will fill the land; while my people are ebbing away like a fast-receding tide, that will never flow again. The white man's God cannot love his red children or he would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.

Man belongs to the Earth, Earth does not belong to man

If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.

When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.