"My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people cover…"

"At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with t…"

"Every part of all this soil is sacred to my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove has been holl…"

"Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, o…"

"We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for …"

"Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless."

"How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land?"

"Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark…"

"The sap which courses through the trees carries the memory of the red man."

"The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests,…"