Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library.

For the Lakota there was no wilderness. Nature was not dangerous but hospitable, not forbidding but friendly.

The man who sat on the ground in his tipi meditating on life and its meaning, accepting the kinship of all creatures and acknowledging unity with the universe of things, was infusing into his being the true essence of civilization.

After all the great religions have been preached and expounded, man is still confronted with the Great Mystery.

Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library.

We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as wild. Earth was beautiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.

Today the children of our public schools are taught more of the history, heroes, legends, and sagas of the old world than of the land of their birth, while they are furnished with little material on the people and institutions that are truly American.