The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

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.

When the green hills are covered with talking wires and the wolves no longer sing, what good will the money you paid for our land be then

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

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

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