“Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.”

Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.

A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.

The white people have no right to take the land from the Indians, because the Indians had it first.

I would not then come to Governor Harrison to ask him to tear up the treaty, and to obliterate the landmark, but I would say to him, “Sir, you have the liberty to return to your own country.”

Will we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn without a struggle, give up our homes, our country bequeathed to us by the Great Spirit, the graves of our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us? I know you will cry with me, ‘Never! Never!’

Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,even a stranger, when in a lonely place.

I am Shawnee! I am a warrior! My forefathers were warriors. From them I took only my birth into this world.

When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.

I am the maker of my own fortune, and Oh! that I could make that of my Red People, and of my country, as great as the conceptions of my mind, when I think of the spirit that rules the universe.

Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view and demand that they respect yours.

Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth? Didn’t the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?

From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.

Sell a country! Why not sell the air, the clouds and the great sea, as well as the earth? Did not the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?

I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.