What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the pool at night?
Chief SeattleOnly 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.
Chief SeattleThe Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things are the same breath - the animals, the trees, the man.
Chief Seattle