Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.
There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.
We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?
We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children
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.