If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our children’s mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.
SITTING BULLOur religion seems foolish to you, but so does yours to me. The Baptists and Methodists and Presbyterians and the Catholics all have a different God. Why cannot we have one of our own?
More Sitting Bull Quotes
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The meat of the buffalo tastes the same on both sides of the border.
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Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.
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First kill me before you take possession of my Fatherland.
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I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.
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There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with 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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I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace. They are medicine, and I would eventually die a lingering death. I had rather die on the field of battle.
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I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
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I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.
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The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.
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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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As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.
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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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Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.
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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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