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

God made me an Indian.

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?

I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

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

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!