“I got my best foot forward onto greener grass, cause there ain’t no future living in the past.”

A Native American grandfather was talking to his grandson about how he felt. He said, ‘I feel as if I have two wolves fighting in my heart.

Nothing can be sold but such things as can be carried away

No white American ever thinks that any other race is wholly civilized until he wears the white man’s clothes, eats the white man’s food, speaks the white man’s language, and professes the white man’s religion.

Nobody asks to be a hero, it just sometimes turns out that way.

The white men speak bad of the Indian, and look at him spitefully. But the Indian does not tell lies; Indians do not steal.

What, do y’all think you’re heroes?’ I didn’t know what to say at the time, but if he asked me again, I’d say no. I’d say there’s no way in hell. Nobody asks to be a hero. It just sometimes turns out that way.

If you treat a sick child as an adult and a sick adult as a child, it usually works out pretty well.

[Black Hawk] has fought for his countrymen, the squaws and papooses, against white men, who came year after year, to cheat them and take away their lands.

My reason teaches me that land cannot be sold. The Great Spirit gave it to his children to live upon. So long as they occupy and cultivate it, they have a right to the soil.

When I get home and people ask me,’Hey, Hoot, why do you do it, man? What are you? Some kind of war junkie?

The white men despise the Indians, and drive them from their homes. But the Indians are not deceitful.

I told the umpires to walk back at least thirty-five feet from home plate. That reduced the arguements.

The drivers have one foot on the brake, one on the clutch and one on the throttle.

When you grow up with a name like Brad Thor, people expect you to be 6-foot-4 and a pile of muscles.

Every time I trust my instincts I land on my feet and every time I don’t, I go, “Why didn’t I trust my instinct?”

We can’t replace Gary Speed – where do you get an experienced player like him with a left foot and a head?

Being five-foot-ten at fourteen years old was a little bit scary.

May Mary, who in the freedom of her ‘Fiat’ and her presence at the foot of the cross, offered to the world, Jesus, the Liberator, help us to find him in the Sacrament of the altar

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.