Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.

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.

Because people are more than emotions. People have thoughts and reasons for doing things.

We owe a lot to the Indians, who taught us how to count, without which no worthwhile scientific discovery could have been made.

I said might. But that's a pretty small might. Tiny.

Donald Trump and his team have not provided any evidence of widespread fraud in this year's election.

Scars heal, glory fades, and all we're left with are the memories made. pain hurts, but only for a minute. life is short, so go on and live it.

There must always be some pretentiousness about literature, or else no one would take its pains or endure its disappointments.

I distrust the incommunicable; it is the source of all violence

Even if you plan a marriage and a family, you are never quite prepared for the reality versus how you imagined it. In a lot of ways it's better, and in a lot of ways it's worse. That's life, right?

Our greatest indulgence towards a man springs from our despair of him.

Any statistics can be extrapolated to the point where they show disaster.