The earth belongs to man. Man belongs to earth.

There is no death, only a change of the world.

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

Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints.

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.

There is no death. Only a change of worlds._

Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.

The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinon pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things are the same breath – the animals, the trees, the man.

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?