Even if you live forty or fifty years in this world, and then die, you cannot take all your goods with you.
The white man has got the gold out of the land which belonged to the red man.
We do not want riches, we want peace and love.
When I was a young man, I was poor. In a war with other nations, I was in eighty-seven fights. There I received my name and was made Chief of my nation. But now I am old and am for peace.
The whites are the same everywhere. I see them every day.
Look at me. I was a warrior on this land where the sun rises, now I come from where the sun sets. Whose voice was first surrounded on this land - the red people with bows and arrows. The Great Father says he is good and kind to us. I can't see it.