In the beginning the world was covered with darkness. There was no sun, no day. The perpetual night had no moon or stars.
I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.
It is my land, my home, my father's land, to which I now ask to be allowed to return. I want to spend my last days there, and be buried among those mountains. If this could be I might die in peace, feeling that my people, placed in their native homes, would increase in numbers, rather than diminish as at present, and that our name would not become extinct.
I was no chief and never had been, but because I had been more deeply wronged than others, this honor was conferred upon me, and I resolved to prove worthy of the trust.
Loving means sharing what you have however big or small it may be!
When the last tree has been cut down, when the last river has been poisoned, when the last fish has been caught, then we will realize that we cannot eat money.
I should have never surrendered. I should have fought until I was the last man alive.’