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 BULLThis nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.
More Sitting Bull Quotes
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I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.
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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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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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Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.
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God made me an Indian.
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It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.
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I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.
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What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief.
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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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Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
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I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.
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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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I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.
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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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As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
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