We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?
Chief SeattleYour God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son.
Chief SeattleYour religion was written on tablets of stone, ours on our hearts. 8. We are part of the earth and the earth is part of us.
Chief SeattleThe 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?
Chief SeattleAll things are connected, like the blood that runs in your family "The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father." 1854 The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. You must give to the rivers the kindness you would give to any brother.
Chief Seattle