Treat All Men Alike. Give Them The

When My Young Men Began The Killing, My Heart Was Hurt.

The Great Spirit Chief Who Rules Above All Will Smile Upon This Land... And This Time The Indian Race Is Waiting And Praying.

Hear Me, My Chiefs! I Am Tired. My Heart Is Sick And Sad. From Where The Sun Now Stands, I Will Fight No More Forever.

Good Words Do Not Last Long Unless They Amount To Something.

My Father... Had Sharper Eyes Than The Rest Of Our People.