Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

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

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

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.

Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!

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

There is no such place as away.