all things are connected like the blood which unites one family.

Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!

Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people, or He would protect them.

My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain.