The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?

. . . 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.

All things are bound together. All things connect.

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

When the green hills are covered with talking wires and the wolves no longer sing, what good will the money you paid for our land be then

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.