Look Twice At A Two-faced Man.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

Good Words Will Not Give My People Good Health And Stop Them From Dying. Good Words Will Not Get My People A Home Where They Can Live In Peace And Take Care Of Themselves. I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing. It Makes My Heart Sick When I Remember All The Good Words And Broken Promises.

A Man Who Would Not Love His Father's Grave Is Worse Than A Wild Animal.

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.

We Do Not Want Churches Because They Will Teach Us To Quarrel About God. We Do Not Want To Learn That. We May Quarrel With Men Sometimes About Things On This Earth, But We Never Quarrel About The Great Spirit. We Do Not Want To Learn That.