The Air Is Precious To The Red

There Is No Such Place As Away.

My Words Are Like The Stars That Never Change.

You Must Teach Your Children That The Ground Beneath Their Feet Is The Ashes Of Your Grandfathers. So That They Will Respect The Land, Tell Your Children That The Earth Is Rich With The Lives Of Our Kin. Teach Your Children What We Have Taught Our Children, That The Earth Is Our Mother. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth. If Men Spit Upon The Ground, They Spit Upon Themselves.

Earth Does Not Belong To Us; We Belong To Earth. Take Only 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.