From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
Brothers, we must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must fight each other’s battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit.
When Jesus Christ came upon the Earth, you killed Him. The son of your own God. And only after He was dead did you worship Him and start killing those who would not.
I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.
Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pcanet, and other powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and oppression of the white man, as snow before the summer sun.
The way, and the only way, to stop this evil is for all the red men to unite in claiming a common and equal right in the land, as it was at first, and should be yet; for it was never divided, but belongs to all for the use of each.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.
The white people have no right to take the land from the Indians, because the Indians had it first.
The Great Spirit is angry with all men that tell lies.
The Great Spirit made all things. He gave the white people a home beyond the great waters. He supplied these grounds with game, and gave them to his red children; and he gave them strength and courage to defend them.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the clouds and the great sea, as well as the earth? Did not the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
My father! The sun is my father, and the earth is my mother, and on her bosom I will recline.
Do not despise or hate your neighbor because he has been a success; take care of your own case.