The old Lakota was wise. He knew that a man's heart away from nature becomes hard.
When someone was so poor that he couldn't afford a horse, a tent or a blanket, he would, in that case, receive it all as a gift.
Build what you want to see in the world.
Be the trouble you want to see in the world.
The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers, he belongs just as the buffalo belonged.
Old age is not as honorable as death, but most people seek it.
When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.
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.
If today I had a young mind to direct, to start on the journey of life, and I was faced with the duty of choosing between the natural way of my forefathers and that of the... present way of civilization, I would, for its welfare, unhesitatingly set that child's feet in the path of my forefathers. I would raise him to be an Indian!
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.
We are going by you without fighting if you will let us, but we are going by you anyhow!
Our fathers gave us many laws which they had learned from their fathers. These laws were good.
We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them.
Our land is everything to us.... I will tell you one of the things we remember on our land. We remember that our grandfathers paid for it - with their lives.
I did not know then how much was ended. When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young. And I can see that something else died there in the bloody mud, and was buried in the blizzard. A people's dream died there. It was a beautiful dream.
He who would do great things should not attempt them all alone.
The old people came literally to love the soil and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being close to a mothering power. The soil was soothing, strengthening, cleansing and healing.
Like the grasses showing tender faces to each other, thus should we do, for this was the wish of the Grandfathers of the World.
From where the sun now stands I will fight no more.
I will obey every law, or submit to the penalty.
If we must die, we die defending our rights.
Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.
Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.
Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
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