God Made Me An Indian, But Not

What White Woman, However Lonely, Was Ever Captive Or Insulted By Me? Yet They Say I Am A Bad Indian.

God Made Me An Indian, But Not A Reservation Indian.

It Does Not Take Many Words To Tell The Truth

The White Man Knows How To Make Everything, But He Does Not Know How To Distribute It.

Inside Of Me There Are Two Dogs. One Is Mean And Evil And The Other Is Good And They Fight Each Other All The Time. When Asked Which One Wins I Answer, The One I Feed The Most.