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

Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the clouds and the great sea, as well as the earth? Did not the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?

I am the maker of my own fortune, and Oh! that I could make that of my Red People, and of my country, as great as the conceptions of my mind, when I think of the spirit that rules the universe. I would not then come to Governor Harrison to ask him to tear up the treaty, and to obliterate the landmark, but I would say to him, "Sir, you have the liberty to return to your own country."

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

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.