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

For us, warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right to take another life. The warrior, for us, is one who sacrifices himself for the good of others. His task is to take care of the elderly, the defenseless, those who can not provide for themselves, and above all, the children, the future of humanity.

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.

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other and different desires. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.