For us, warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right to take another life. The warrior, for us, is one who sacrifices himself for the good of others. His task is to take care of the elderly, the defenseless, those who can not provide for themselves, and above all, the children, the future of humanity.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

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

God made me an Indian.

What white woman, however lonely, was ever captive or insulted by me? Yet they say I am a bad Indian.

First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.