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

The 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?

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

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.

Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.

Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.