Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath-the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.

Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land.

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

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