Our fathers gave us many laws which they had learned from their fathers. These laws were good.

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.

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that todayis tomorrow's nostalgia.

Ideas pull the trigger, but instinct loads the gun.

Nobody pulls a prank like George Clooney.

I really don't like talking about diets.

Make excuses to train not excuses not to train!

The peace of great books be for you, Stains of pressed clover leaves on pages, Bleach of the light of years held in leather.

I went from zero to my own hero

Having been a head of state gives you the possibility of getting into places others can't go.

It's kind of a miracle to think that a device in your pocket can play pretty much any song that the world has ever created.

for my grief's so great That no supporter but the huge firm earth Can hold it up: here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it. (Constance, from King John, Act III, scene 1)