What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

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.

What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.

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!

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

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.