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.

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.

The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves.

To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground.

There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect's wings. But perhaps it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears.

Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son.