I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.

Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.

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

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

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.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.