Everywhere Is The Center Of The World.

The Life Of An Indian Is Like The Wings Of The Air. That Is Why You Notice The Hawk Knows How To Get His Prey. The Indian Is Like That. The Hawk Swoops Down On Its Prey, So Does The Indian. In His Lament He Is Like An Animal. For Instance, The Coyote Is Sly, So Is The Indian. The Eagle Is The Same. That Is Why The Indian Is Always Feathered Up, He Is A Relative To The Wings Of The Air.

Know The Power That Is Peace.

My Friend, I Am Going To Tell You The Story Of My Life, As You Wish; And If It Were Only The Story Of My Life I Think I Would Not Tell It; For What Is One Man That He Should Make Much Of His Winters, Even When They Bend Him Like A Heavy Snow?

Out Of The Indian Approach To Life There Came A Great Freedom, An Intense And Absorbing Respect For Life, Enriching Faith In A Supreme Power, And Principles Of Truth, Honesty, Generosity, Equity, And Brotherhood As A Guide To Mundane Relations.

And When I Breathed, My Breath Was Lightning.