I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.
Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.