He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.

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?

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.

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

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