I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.

It does not take many words to tell the truth

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!

A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.