I Have Heard Talk And Talk, But

We Did Not Know There Were Other People Besides The Indian Until About One Hundred Winters Ago, When Some Men With White Faces Came To Our Country.

We Were Taught To Believe That The Great Spirit Sees And Hears Everything, And That He Never Forgets; That Hereafter He Will Give Every Man A Spirit-home According To His Deserts: If He Has Been A Good Man, He Will Have A Good Home; If He Has Been A Bad Man, He Will Have A Bad Home. This I Believe, And All My People Believe The Same.

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And All The Broken Promises. There Has Been Too Much Talking By Men Who Had No Right To Talk. It Does Not Require Many Words To Speak The Truth.

My Father... Had Sharper Eyes Than The Rest Of Our People.

Good Words Do Not Last Long Unless They Amount To Something.