If we must die, we die defending our rights.

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

The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as the right to move in the open country and live in our fashion.

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept? Not one.