Only When The Last Tree Has Died

Whatever Seattle Says, The Great Chief At Washington Can Rely Upon With As Much Certainty As He Can Upon The Return Of The Sun Or The Seasons.

The Earth Does Not Belong To Man, Man Belongs To The Earth. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood That Unites Us All. Man Did Not Weave The Web Of Life, He Is Merely A Strand In It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself.

Take Nothing But Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints!

There Is No Quiet Place In The White Man's Cities. No Place To Hear The Unfurling Of Leaves In Spring, Or The Rustle Of An Insect's Wings. But Perhaps It Is Because I Am A Savage And Do Not Understand. The Clatter Only Seems To Insult The Ears.

All Things Share The Same Breath - The Beast, The Tree, The Man... The Air Shares Its Spirit With All The Life It Supports.