I Am Nothing, Neither A Chief Nor

What White Man Can Say I Never Stole His Land Or A Penny Of His Money? Yet They Say That I Am A Thief.

Behold, My Friends, The Spring Is Come; The Earth Has Gladly Received The Embraces Of The Sun, And We Shall Soon See The Results Of Their Love!

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans; In My Heart He Put Other Different Desires.

What Treaty Have The Sioux Made With The White Man That We Have Broken? Not One. What Treaty Have The White Man Ever Made With Us That They Have Kept? Not One.