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.

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.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.

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.

When Jesus Christ came upon the Earth, you killed Him. The son of your own God. And only after He was dead did you worship Him and start killing those who would not.