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

Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.

Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

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

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.