From where the sun now stands I will fight no more.

My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory.

You can't have all chiefs, you've got to have Indians too

The most common trait of all primitive peoples is a reverence for the life-giving earth, and the Native American shared this elemental ethic: The land was alive to his loving touch, and he, its son, was brother to all creatures.

The Indian knew how to live without wants, to suffer without complaint, and to die singing

Democracy means to us Indian people, 'I am going to steal your land'