Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.

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.

As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist.

What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept? Not one.

It does not take many words to tell the truth

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.

Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love!

Our 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?

I scrutinized his face for honesty and then looked away. He was either a lunatic, a really good liar, or he was actually telling the truth.

Don't take on more student loans than your future-self can handle.

The main source of our wealth is goodness. The affections and the generous qualities that God admires in a world full of greed.

When I'm happy inside, that's when I feel most sexy.

I would have assumed you understood, despite our vague suggestions otherwise, we do not welcome constructive criticism.

My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

What a business is this of a portrait painter! You bring him a potato and expect he will paint you a peach.

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness.

We are astonished at thought, but sensation is equally wonderful.

Having a phobia has changed me.