All men were made by the Great Spirit Chief. They are all brothers.

The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.

Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.

My father... had sharper eyes than the rest of our people.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.

I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

If the white man wants to live in peace with the Indian he can live in peace.