It does not take many words to tell the truth

God made me an Indian.

I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace. They are medicine, and I would eventually die a lingering death. I had rather die on the field of battle. Look at me, see if I am poor, or my people either. The whites may get me at last, as you say, but I will have good times till then. You are fools to make yourselves slaves to a piece of fat bacon, some hard-tack, and a little sugar and coffee.

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

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

If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other and different desires. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.