“When I was a young man, I was poor. In a war with other nations, I was in eighty-seven fights. There I received my name and was made Chief of my nation. But now I am old and am for peace.”

They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one; they promised to take our land, and they took it.

The whites are the same everywhere. I see them every day.

We were told that they wished merely to pass through our country. To seek for gold in the far west, Yet before the ashes of the council are cold, the Great Father is building his forts among us. His presence here is an insult to the spirits of our ancestors.

You whites make all the ammunition.

The Great Spirit will not make me suffer because I am ignorant. He will put me in a place where I shall be better off than in this world.

I am poor and naked, but I am the chief of the nation. We do not want riches but we do want to train our children right. Riches would do us no good. We could not take them with us to the other world. We do not want riches. We want peace and love.

The Great Spirit will not make me suffer because I am ignorant. He will put me in a place where I shall be better off than in this world.

The whites, who are educated and civilized, swindle me, and I am not hard to swindle because I do not know how to read and write.

I hope the Great Heavenly Father, who will look down upon us, will give all the tribes his blessing, that we may go forth in peace, and live in peace all our days, and that He will look down upon our children and finally lift us far above this earth.

Even if you live forty or fifty years in this world, and then die, you cannot take all your goods with 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 young man, I was poor. In a war with other nations, I was in eighty-seven fights. There I received my name and was made Chief of my nation. But now I am old and am for peace.

Even if you live forty or fifty years in this world, and then die, you cannot take all your goods with you.

The white man has got the gold out of the land which belonged to the red man.

The white man has got the gold out of the land which belonged to the red man.

We do not want riches, we want peace and love.

Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy, Repeats while he binds his tomatoes: No other end of the world will there be, No other end of the world will there be.

So little trouble do men take in the search after truth; so readily do they accept whatever comes first to hand.

In a narrow circle the mind contracts. Man grows with his expanded needs.

God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

When a man finds a conclusion agreeable, he accepts it without argument, but when he finds it disagreeable, he will bring against it all the forces of logic and reason.

The truth is, no man is white and no man is black. We are all freckled.

Blues was my first love. It was the first thing where I said, ‘Oh man, this is the stuff.’ It just sounded so raw and honest, gut-bucket honest. From then I started rebelling.

Man, living, feeling man, is the easy sport of the over-mastering present.