“I live because I am a Warrior and because I wish one day to be in the company of [She] for whom I have fought so hard”

I will stay in jail to the end of my days before I make a butchery of my conscience.

If you are not a praying person, you are not a Christian.

The same yesterday, today, and forever.

This hill though high I covent ascend; The difficulty will not me offend; For I perceive the way of life lies here. Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear.

He that is down needs fear no fall.

Without the Spirit man is so infirm that he cannot, with all other means whatsoever, be enabled to think one right saving thought of God, of Christ, or of his blessed things.

The heart must be beaten or bruised, and then the sweet scent will come out.

Run when I can, walk when I cannot run, and creep when I cannot walk.

Who would true valour see, Let him come hither; One here will constant be, Come wind, come weather There’s no discouragement Shall make him once relent His first avowed intent To be a pilgrim.

Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.

Though the world disregard the society of God’s children now, yet there is a time coming in which they would be glad to have the least company with them.

It is easier going out of the way when we are in, than going in when we are out.

The road of denial leads to the precipice of destruction.

One leak will sink a ship: and one sin will destroy a sinner.

Doth Jesus Christ stand up to plead for us with God, to plead with him for us against the devil? Let this teach us to stand up to plead for him before men, to plead for him against the enemies of his person and gospel.

Nothing can render affliction so insupportable as the load of sin. Would you then be fitted for afflictions? Be sure to get the burden of your sins laid aside, and then what affliction soever you may meet with will be very easy to you.

Look at me. I was a warrior on this land where the sun rises, now I come from where the sun sets. Whose voice was first surrounded on this land – the red people with bows and arrows. The Great Father says he is good and kind to us. I can’t see it.

When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land; they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?

I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog.

This strength you have built will take you places. Be proud of the warrior you have become.

Heavy is the pain yet she wears it like a feather.

I’ve always been a fighter and I’ve always fought through things my whole life.

I hated writing ‘Love Warrior.’ It’s the hardest thing I’ve every written. I cried.

The Way lies at hand yet it is sought afar off; the thing lies in the easy yet it is sought in the difficult.