What does it matter how long I pray, so long as my prayers are answered?

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?

We ran on the fuel of youth and hormones and ignorant arrogance, imagining we had the whole world and the workings thereof figured out.

Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.

We'll have all night for slow and sweet, " she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier.

The Sun is bad enough even while he is single, drying up our marshes with his heat as he does. But what will become of us if he marries and and begets other suns?

But in a home where grief is fresh and patience has long worn thin, making it through another day is often heroic in itself.

To know oneself means above all to know what one likes

Life deprived of beauty is not worthy of being called human.

In certain ways, I'm not very different than I was when I was a teenager.

In the hands of a genius, engineering turns to magic, philosophy becomes poetry, and science pure imagination.

Government never falls lower than when decent people dutifully excuse their leaders' sins.