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?

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.

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!

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?

The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.

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.

A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.