"Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore,
every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect.
All are holy in the memory and experience of my people."

"Will you teach your children what we have taught our children?
That the earth is our mother?
What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.
"This we know: the earth does not belong to man,
man belongs to the earth.
All things are connected like the blood that unites us all.
Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
"One thing we know: our god is also your god.
The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

"All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree,
the man ... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports."

When the last red man has become a myth among the white men,
when your childrens children think them selves alone in the field,
upon the highway or in the silence paths of the woods,
they will not be alone.
In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude.
At night when the streets ofyour cities are silent,
and you think them deserted, they will throng with
the returning hosts that once filled them
and still love this beautiful land.

It matters little where we pass the remnant of our days.
They will not be many. The Indian's night promises to be dark.
Not a single star of hope hovers above his horizon.
Sad-voiced winds moan in the distance.
Grim fate seems to be on the Red Man's trail,
and wherever he will hear the approaching footsteps of his fell destroyer and prepare stolidly to meet his doom,
as does the wounded doe that hears the approaching footsteps of the hunter. A few more moons, a few more winters,
and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes,
protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours.
But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people?
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 whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny.
We may be brothers after all. We will see.

The wind that gave our grandfathers his first breath also receives his last sigh and the wind must also give our children the spirit of life.

"What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to man. All things are connected. whatever befalls the earth befalls the children of the earth."

"When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear,
when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them."