Take Nothing But Memories, Leave Nothing But

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

The Whites, Too, Shall Pass - Perhaps Sooner Than Other Tribes. Continue To Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

The White Man's God Cannot Love Our People Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help. How Then Can We Be Brothers?

All Things Are Connected, Like The Blood That Runs In Your Family "the Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of My Father's Father." 1854 The Rivers Are Our Brothers. They Quench Our Thirst. They Carry Our Canoes And Feed Our Children. You Must Give To The Rivers The Kindness You Would Give To Any Brother.

How Can Your God Become Our God And Renew Our Prosperity And Awaken In Us Dreams Of Returning Greatness?