Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father leads his infant son, but he has forsaken his red children; he makes your people wax strong every day, and soon they will fill the land; while my people are ebbing away like a fast-receding tide, that will never flow again. The white man's God cannot love his red children or he would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help.

The white man's God cannot love our people or He would protect them. They seem to be orphans who can look nowhere for help. How then can we be brothers?

To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

All things are connected like the blood which unites one family.

Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Like a man who has been dying for many days, a man in your city is numb to the stench.