Go back home where you came from. This country is mine, and I intend to stay here and to raise this country full of grown people..

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God.….

It does not take many words to tell the truth.

Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth..

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time..

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace. They are medicine, and I would eventually die a lingering death. I ….

For us, warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right to take another life. The….

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle..

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist..

If we must die, we die defending our rights..

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it..

Hear me people: We have now to deal with another race - small and feeble when our fathers first met them, but now great and overbearing. Strangely en….

What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept….

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their ….

If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it..

The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as th….

I hardly sustain myself beneath the weight of white men's blood that I have shed. The whites provoked the war; their injustices, their indignities to….

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!.

A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people..

God made me an Indian, but not a reservation Indian..

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right….