Take Only Memories, Leave Only Footprints.

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.

Tribe Follows Tribe, Nations Follow Nations Like The Tides Of The Sea. It Is The Order Of Nature, And Regret Is Useless.

All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.

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

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.