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.

. . . 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.

What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pool at night?

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

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

This We Know. All Things Are Connected