Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.
Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.
God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian.
Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.