It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.
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.
The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
An Indian respects a brave man, but he despises a coward.
Let me be a free man - free to travel, free to stop, free to work.
Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.
I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
You might as well expect rivers to run backwards as any man born free to be contented penned up.
I hope that no more groans of wounded men and women will ever go to the ear of the Great Spirit Chief above, and that all people may be one people.
I will speak with a straight tongue.
We gave up some of our country to the white men, thinking that then we could have peace. We were mistaken. The white man would not let us alone.
It does not require many words to speak the truth.
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing.
A man who would not love his father's grave is worse than a wild animal.
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