I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
I was very sorry when I found out that your intentions were good and not what I supposed they were.
Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
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.
God made me an Indian.