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

We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us.

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

The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers?

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