I would have given my own life if I could have undone the killing of white men by my people.

It does not require many words to speak the truth.

I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.

I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they must do.

Our chiefs are killed. . . . The little children are freezing to death. . . . My people have no blankets, no food. . . . My heart is sick and sad. . . . I will fight no more forever.

The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.

I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.

Good words do not last long unless they amount to something.

Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.

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.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.

I believe the greatest asset a Head of State can have is the ability to get a good night's sleep.

And die of nothing but a rage to live.

Photography - the new, rapid, concrete reflector of the world - should surely undertake to show the world from all vantage points, and to develop people's capacity to see from all sides. (1928)

At the midpoint on the journey of life, I found myself in a dark forest, for the clear path was lost.

The more complete the despotism, the more smoothly all things move on the surface.

Then on the other piece of paper, list all the people you know who are taking more than they're adding. Include people from the past.

I've thought of doing many things in my life, under the influence of life, and I've never actually thought of straddling two carriages while they're moving.

Once we were particles of Light, now we are Beings of Light, radiating Love.

You don't fight radical conservatism with not-quite-so radical conservatism.