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

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.

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

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.

God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian.

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.

The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as the right to move in the open country and live in our fashion.