Good Words Do Not Last Long Unless

I Have Asked Some Of The Great White Chiefs Where They Get Their Authority To Say To The Indian That He Shall Stay In One Place, While He Sees White Men Going Where They Please. They Cannot Tell Me.

When The Last Deer Disappears Into The Morning Mist, When The Last Elk Vanishes From The Hills, When The Last Buffalo Falls On The Plains, I Will Hunt Mice For I Am A Hunter And I Must Have My Freedom.

We Are Going By You Without Fighting If You Will Let Us, But We Are Going By You Anyhow!

A Man Who Would Not Love His Father's Grave Is Worse Than A Wild Animal.

It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.