Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.
Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.
From where the sun now stands I will fight no more.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.
The old Lakota was wise. He knew that a man's heart away from nature becomes hard.
What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the Sunset.
All things are bound together. All things connect.
If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.
I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.
All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
Help me always to speak the truth quietly, to listen with an open mind when others speak, and to remember the peace that may be found in silence.
Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle.
Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?
Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power whirls. Birds make their nest in circles... The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The moon does the same and both are round. Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.
We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as wild. Earth was beautiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery.
Knowledge was inherent in all things. The world was a library.
We know our lands have now become more valuable. The white people think we do not know their value; but we know that the land is everlasting, and the few goods we receive for it are soon worn out and gone.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right.
The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged.
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