Some Of You Think An Indian Is

Our Fathers Gave Us Many Laws Which They Had Learned From Their Fathers. These Laws Were Good.

I Believe Much Trouble Would Be Saved If We Opened Our Hearts More.

I Am Not A Child, I Think For Myself. No Man Can Think For 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.

Words Do Not Pay For My Dead People.