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?

We are part of the earth and it is part of us ... What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

All creation is one. What we do to one, we do to the entire web of life.

Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors - the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.

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.

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