Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white man, as snow before the summer sun.

My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline.

The white people have no right to take the land from the Indians, because the Indians had it first.

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.

Brothers, we must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must fight each other's battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit.

Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers.