Good Words Will Not Give Me Back

We Had A Great Many Horses, Of Which We Gave Lewis And Clark What They Needed, And They Gave Us Guns And Tobacco In Return.

I Saw Clearly That War Was Upon Us When I Learned That My Young Men Had Been Secretly Buying Ammunition.

The Country Was Made Without Lines Of Demarcation, And It Is No Man's Business To Divide It... Do Not Misunderstand Me, But Understand Me Fully With Reference To My Affection For The Land. I Never Said The Land Was Mine To Do With It As I Chose. The One Who Has The Right To Dispose Of It Is The One Who Created It. I Claim A Right To Live On My Land And Accord You The Privilege To Live On Yours.

We Live, We Die, And Like The Grass And Trees, Renew Ourselves From The Soft Earth Of The Grave. Stones Crumble And Decay, Faiths Grow Old And They Are Forgotten, But New Beliefs Are Born. The Faith Of The Villages Is Dust Now... But It Will Grow Again... Like The Trees.

I Am Tired Of Talk That Comes To Nothing.