If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.

God made me an Indian.

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

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

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

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

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?