Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot b...e done.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The diagnosis of drunkenness was that it was a disease for which the patient was in no way responsible, that it was created by exi...sting saloons, and non-existing bright hearths, smiling wives, pretty caps and aprons. The cure was the patent nostrum of pledge-signing, a lying-made-easy invention, which like calomel, seldom had any permanent effect on the disease for which it was given, and never failed to produce another and a worse. Here the care created an epidemic of forgery, falsehood and perjury.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath--the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same br...eath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of spirit. For whatever happens... to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful ...earth, for it is the mother of the red man.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
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.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and ...the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with ...scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
This we know: the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things are connected like the blood wh...ich unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life: he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »