If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.