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.

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

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.

There is no death, only a change of worlds.

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

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.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? ... The end of living and the beginning of survival.