“I might have been less good to the people than some man who had never dreamed at all, even with the memory of so great a vision in me.”

The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to get his prey. The Indian is like that.

All over the sky a sacred voice is calling your name.

Women are hungry for things of the Spirit, for truths that counter the slide of virtues all around them. Visiting teaching is a measure of the heart, an unselfish work, a sacred trust that blesses both giver and receiver.

I had a vision with which I might have saved my people, but I had not the strength to do it.

He who is well prepared is he who knows that he is nothing compared with Wakan-Tanka, who is everything; then he knows that world which is real.

The life of a person is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.

Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the power of the world always works in circles, and everything tries to be round.

Because you know when you first become famous, you start walking a little different because people are staring at you.

Know the Power that is Peace.

Once we were happy in our own country and we were seldom hungry, for then the two-leggeds and the four-leggeds lived together like relatives, and there was plenty for them and for us.

You’re free to dream however you wish,” Nollin teased. “But don’t ask the rest of us to share your unrealistic-” “Then don’t ask us to share your weakness!” Jason interrupted.

We cannot tolerate one mistake from others, and yet God tolerates a planet covered with His own creation that live their entire lives sinning and denying Him, and yet continues to feed, clothe and protect them.

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

One of the things I love about doing things that are creative is that I feel like it’s my right as an artist not to be affected by the reactions of those people that are going to hear my songs.

The power of the world always works in circles.

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were.