My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline.
A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
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.
From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.