You work here [on the farm] simply without philosophizing; sometimes the work is hard and crowded with pettiness. But at times you feel a surge of cosmic exaltation, like the clear light of the heavens... . And you, too, seem to be taking root in the soil which you are digging, to be nourished by the rays of the sun, to share life with the tiniest blade of grass, with each flower; living in nature's depths, you seem then to rise and grow into the vast expanse of the universe.

The way, and the only way, to stop this evil is for all the red men to unite in claiming a common and equal right in the land, as it was at first, and should be yet; for it was never divided, but belongs to all for the use of each.

If thou hast sown a seed-have faith; Or planted a tree-it will not die. Every clod is a rock of strength to us, And every foot of soil an ageless shield.

And when not a bone or a tooth of my people survives, you, you will live on. You, my earth. No one will conquer you. No one will kill you.

One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.

Revolution is always based on land. Revolution is never based on begging somebody for an integrated cup of coffee.

No tribe has a right to sell, even to each other, much less to strangers ... sell a country! Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth? Did not the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?