What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.

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.

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

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

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

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

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?