If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place. He put in your heart certain wishes and plans, and in my heart he put other and different desires. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.
SITTING BULLI know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.
More Sitting Bull Quotes
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What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?
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Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.
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Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows. Now we are poor but we are free. No white man controls our footsteps. If we must die, we die defending our rights.
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The life my people want is a life of freedom. I have seen nothing that a white man has, houses or railways or clothing or food, that is as good as the right to move in the open country and live in our fashion.
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What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?
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In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.
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God made me an Indian.
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It does not take many words to tell the truth.
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I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
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Healthy feet can feel the very heart of Mother Earth.
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Go back home where you came from. This country is mine, and I intend to stay here and to raise this country full of grown people.
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Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
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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?
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This is a good day to die. Follow me!
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A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.
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