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

All creation is one. What we do to one, we do to the entire web of life.

The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us.

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

We are all children of the Great Spirit, we all belong to Mother Earth. Our planet is in great trouble and if we keep carrying old grudges and do not work together, we will all die.

. . . 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.

We are part of the earth and it is part of us ... What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.