What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
If we must die, we die defending our rights.
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 as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.
The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.
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!
There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them.
I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
The white man knows how to make everything but he does not know how to distribute it.
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?
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 refuse.
Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.