“As you walk upon the sacred earth, treat each step as a prayer.”

We should understand well that all things are the work of the Great Spirit. We should know the Great Spirit is within all things: the trees, the grasses, the rivers, the mountains, and the four-legged and winged peoples; and even more important.

The Holy Land is everywhere.

We should understand that the Great Spirit is also above all these things and peoples.

And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.

Everything tries to be round.

Everywhere is the center of the world. Everything is sacred.

It is good to have a reminder of death before us, for it helps us to understand the impermanence of life on this earth, and this understanding may aid us in preparing for our own death.

Let every step you take upon the earth be as a prayer.

I was four years old then, and I think it must have been the next summer that I first heard the voices.

There can never be peace between nations until there is first known that true peace which is within the souls of men.

It is hard to follow one great vision in this world of darkness and of many changing shadows. Among those men get lost.

The visions and ceremonies only made me like a whole through which the power could come to the two-leggeds.

Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking.

But if the Vision was true and mighty, as I know, it is true and mighty yet;for such things are of Spirit, and it is in the darkness of their eyes that men get lost.

I saw more than I can tell / And I understood more than I saw.

The hawk swoops down on its prey, so does the Indian. In his lament he is like an animal.

Will we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn without a struggle, give up our homes, our country bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us? I know you will cry with me, ‘Never! Never!’

We have really lost in our society the sense of the sacredness of life.

Men used the music to get the girls in the mood to make love. So either way you had it, Barry White is the one artist who actually was in your bedroom with you at your most sacred, sensuous moment of your life.

Love makes every space sacred and every moment meaningful . . .

Human beings tend to regard the conventions of their own societies as natural, often as sacred.

In the mundane, nothing is sacred. In sacredness, nothing is mundane.

For you have in your possession a sacred trust. Guard it well.

Love’s greatest gift is its ability to make everything it touches sacred.