The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath-the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.

We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on.

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

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

The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit

How can your God become our God and renew our prosperity and awaken in us dreams of returning greatness?