I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.
I cannot think that we are useless or God would not have created us. There is one God looking down on us all. We are all the children of one God. The sun the darkness the winds are all listening to what we have to say.
I was no chief and never had been but because I had been more deeply wronged...
The soldiers never explained to the government when an Indian was wronged...
From your silken hair to your delicate feet you are perfection to me....
Until they put that sand and dirt in my face I will not sit in church all...
God has no religion.
