“You whites make all the ammunition.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

I managed to build myself up only for you to knock me back down again.

I will take this heart, these lungs, these hands and I will rebuild.

A jostling scrum of office buildings so mediocre that the only way you ever remember them is by the frustration they induce – like a basketball team standing shoulder to shoulder between you and the Mona Lisa.

Some of us have great runways already built for us. If you have one, take off. But if you don’t have one, realize it is your responsibility to grab a shovel and build one for yourself and for those who will follow after you.

It’s not always easy to do the right thing. But, doing the right thing makes you strong, it builds character.

Any other foundation will fail, but Christ is a sure and steady rock to build your life on.

Every problem is a character-building opportunity, and the more difficult it is, the greater the potential for building spiritual muscle and moral fiber.

YES we have a soul but it’s made of lots of tiny robots.