God made me an Indian.

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

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

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!

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.

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

I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.