There Is No Death, Only

Tribe Follows Tribe, And Nation Follows Nation, Like The Waves Of The Sea. It Is The Order Of Nature, And Regret Is Useless. Your Time Of Decay May Be Distant, But It Will Surely Come, For Even The White Man ... Cannot Be Exempt From The Common Destiny.

The White Man's God Cannot Love Our People Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help. How Then Can We Be Brothers?

My Words Are Like The Stars That Never Change.

All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One Family.

The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Share The Same Breath-the Beast, The Tree, The Man, They All Share The Same Breath. The White Man Does Not Seem To Notice The Air He Breathes. Like A Man Dying For Many Days, He Is Numb To The Stench.