God Made Me An Indian.

Go Back Home Where You Came From. This Country Is Mine, And I Intend To Stay Here And To Raise This Country Full Of Grown People.

God Made Me An Indian, But Not A Reservation Indian.

A Cold Wind Blew On The Prairie On The Day The Last Buffalo Fell. A Death Wind For My People.

This Nation Is Like A Spring Freshet; It Overruns Its Banks And Destroys All Who Are In Its Path.

Each Man Is Good In His Sight. It Is Not Necessary For Eagles To Be Crows.