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.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.

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

It does not take many words to tell the truth