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

Each man is good in His sight. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

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?

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

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?

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