I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.

It does not require many words to speak the truth.

I believe much trouble would be saved if we opened our hearts more.

I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they must do.

Our chiefs are killed. . . . The little children are freezing to death. . . . My people have no blankets, no food. . . . My heart is sick and sad. . . . I will fight no more forever.

The earth is the mother of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.

I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in one place, while he sees white men going where they please. They cannot tell me.

Good words do not last long unless they amount to something.

Treat all men alike. Give them the same law. Give them an even chance to live and grow.

Hear me, my chiefs! I am tired. My heart is sick and sad. From where the sun now stands, I will fight no more forever.

It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

It is your ego that needs to explain itself. The self just is.

A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.

The will was of Zeus, the hand of Hephaestus.

The heyday of woman's life is the shady side of fifty.

To love is to know the sacrifices which eternity exacts from life.

Property that endangers the safety of a nation should not be suffered to remain in the hands of its citizens.

I was silent as a child, and silenced as a young woman; I am taking my lumps and bumps for being a big mouth, now, but usually from those whose opinion I don't respect.

I’ve died and gone to heaven

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.