Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land.

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

Take only memories, leave only footprints.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? ... The end of living and the beginning of survival.

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

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.

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.