“From my tribe I take nothing. I am the maker of my own destiny! And of that I might make the destiny of my red people, of our nation, as great as I conceive to in my mind, when I think of Weshemoneto, who rules this universe!”

I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.

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.

Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents: when chilled they are feeble and harmless, but invigorate them with warmth and they sting their benefactors to death.

When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength.

When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength.

Where today are the Pequot? Where are the Narragansett, the Mohican, the Pokanoket, and many other once powerful tribes of our people? They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression of the White Man, as snow before a summer sun.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.

Show respect to all people and grovel to none. When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.

No tribe has the right to sell, even to each other, much less to strangers….

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.

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.

Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

We gave them forest-clad mountains and valleys full of game, and in return what did they give our warriors and our women? Rum, trinkets, and a grave.

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.

Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.

There is nothing more tyrannical than a strong popular feeling among a democratic people.

I’m Colombian and nothing will change that.

There’s nothing special about losing your virginity over a toilet.

Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.

I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was “To know that nothing could be known;” a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.

To see nothing is to perceive the Way, and to understand nothing is to know the Dharma, because seeing is neither seeing nor not seeing, and because understanding is neither understanding nor not understanding.

A man is the sum of his actions, of what he has done, of what he can do, Nothing else.