All Things Are Bound Together. All Things

Our God, The Great Spirit, Seems Also To Have Forsaken Us. Your God Makes Your People Wax Stronger Every Day. Soon They Will Fill All The Land.

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? ... The End Of Living And The Beginning Of Survival.

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.

Take Nothing But Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints!

I Will Not Dwell On, Nor Mourn Over, Our Untimely Decay, Nor Reproach My Paleface Brothers With Hastening It, As We Too May Have Been Somewhat To Blame.