I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

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?

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

It does not take many words to tell the truth

God made me an Indian.