As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
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.
What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?
I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
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.