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

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.

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

I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

Take only memories, leave only footprints.