Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.

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

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

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

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