When I was a boy, the Sioux owned the world. The sun rose and set on their land they sent ten thousand men to battle. Where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them? – Sitting Bull
Behold, my friends, the spring is come the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love! – Sitting Bull
If I agree to dispose of any part of our land to the white people I would feel guilty of taking food away from our childrens mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean. – Sitting Bull
There are things they tell us that sound good to hear, but when they have accomplished their purpose they will go home and will not try to fulfill our agreements with them. – Sitting Bull
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans. – William Blake