I believe much trouble and blood would be saved if we opened our hearts more.
My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.
When my young men began the killing, my heart was hurt.
All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
It required a strong heart to stand up against such talk, but I urged my people to be quiet and not to begin a war.
Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.
It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
I saw clearly that war was upon us when I learned that my young men had been secretly buying ammunition.
I said in my heart that, rather than have war, I would give up my country.
Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.
Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.
I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
War can be avoided, and it ought to be avoided. I want no war.
I only ask of the government to be treated as all other men are treated.
We had good white friends who advised us against taking the war path. My friend and brother, Mr. Chapman, told us just how the war would end.
We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.
I know that my race must change.