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

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

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

You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.

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

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

If we must die, we die defending our rights.