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

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

Hear me people: We have now to deal with another race - small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely enough they have a mind to till the soil and the love of possession is a disease with them. These people have made many rules that the rich may break but the poor may not. They take their tithes from the poor and weak to support the rich and those who rule.

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.

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

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.

I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.