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

If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.

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

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.

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

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

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