To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors

What Is There To Life If A Man Cannot Hear The Lonely Cry Of The Whippoorwill Or The Arguments Of The Frogs Around The Pool At Night?

Earth Does Not Belong To Us; We Belong To Earth. Take Only Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints.

If All The Beasts Were Gone, Men Would Die From A Great Loneliness Of Spirit, For Whatever Happens To The Beasts Also Happens To The Man. All Things Are Connected. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth.

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?

We Know That The White Man Does Not Understand Our Ways. One Portion Of Land Is The Same To Him As The Next, For He Is A Stranger Who Comes In The Night And Takes From The Land Whatever He Needs. The Earth Is Not His Brother, But His Enemy, And When He Has Conquered It, He Moves On.