If we must die, we die defending our rights.

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

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

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.

If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.