I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

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

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart he put other different desires.

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

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?