I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man, he would have made me so in the first place.
Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.
What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?
I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie mice, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.
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!
Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.
When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.
If we must die, we die defending our rights.
He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires.