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

The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.

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

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.

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.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?