What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.

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.

It does not take many words to tell the truth

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.

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!

Our religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?

The danger of procrastination is that it gives you fake impression that you have all the time and makes you forget that time passes by every second and minute.

...21st century leaders use their brain cells more than their muscle tissues!

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

[On journalists:] They are as disruptive a menace to the public body: as grating turds in the intestines are to the private body.

I know nowadays the common wisdom is to celebrate diversity as long as you don't point out that people are different.

If you are fully aware in the moment, there is only love.

Some people find oil. Others don't.

Art is a conduit toward human needs and perception.

Do you know, Gilbert, there are times when I strongly suspect that I love you!

Independent thinking alone is not suited to interdependent reality.