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
What white man can say I never stole his land or a penny of his money? Yet they say that I am a thief. – 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
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