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

There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears.

All creation is one. What we do to one, we do to the entire web of life.

All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth, befalls the children of the Earth.

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.

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

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.