My people were divided about surrendering.

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.

The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality.

Life is an experience and this experience is to gain a life

It is a good thing to learn caution by the misfortunes of others.

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own Lures. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.

Everyone is psychic. Being psychic is not a particular talent. Everybody has a left foot. Some people may just walk with that foot, some people may drag it, and some may learn to dance with it.

I don't give a damn if I go to hell.

The first actor I ever saw was The Lone Ranger. I thought: "That's what I want to do."

Today, together, let us repeat as our slogan that all trace of violence must disappear from this earth, then the sun will be honey-colored and music good to hear.

Lou Reed is something like a personal favorite of mine, but you could always put me into that drawer of singers who can't really sing, who speak their songs.