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.

If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

For us, warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right to take another life. The warrior, for us, is one who sacrifices himself for the good of others. His task is to take care of the elderly, the defenseless, those who can not provide for themselves, and above all, the children, the future of humanity.

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.