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.

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

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

If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.

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 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.

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