. . . the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony and man - all belong to the same family. . . . The White Man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers.

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

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.

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.

To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

We are a part of the earth and it is part of us.

My words are like the stars that never change.