Take only memories; leave nothing but footprints.

Your God is not our God! Your God loves your people and hates mine! He folds his strong protecting arms lovingly about the paleface and leads him by the hand as a father leads an infant son.

I will not dwell on, nor mourn over, our untimely decay, nor reproach my paleface brothers with hastening it, as we too may have been somewhat to blame.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

There is no such place as away.

Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

If all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.

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.

Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only change of worlds.

This We Know. All Things Are Connected.

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children.

Whatever Seattle says, the great chief at Washington can rely upon with as much certainty as he can upon the return of the sun or the seasons.

Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.

Our God, the Great Spirit, seems also to have forsaken us. Your God makes your people wax stronger every day. Soon they will fill all the land.

Youth is impulsive. When our young men grow angry at some real or imaginary wrong, and disfigure their faces with black paint, it denotes that their hearts are black, and that they are often cruel and relentless, and our old men and old women are unable to restrain them. Thus it has ever been.

How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? ... The end of living and the beginning of survival.

We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?

To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.