Each Man Is Good In The Sight

If A Man Loses Anything And Goes Back And Looks Carefully For It, He Will Find It.

A Cold Wind Blew On The Prairie On The Day The Last Buffalo Fell. A Death Wind For My People.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.

God Made Me An Indian.

I Was Very Sorry When I Found Out That Your Intentions Were Good And Not What I Supposed They Were.