Quotes from 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.

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.

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 children's mouths, and I do not wish to be that mean.

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?

It is through this mysterious power that we too have our being, and we therefore yield to our neighbors, even to our animal neighbors, the same right as ourselves to inhabit this vast land.

The earth has received the embrace of the sun and we shall see the results of that love.

What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept? Not one.

I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.

The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.

Each man is good in His sight. It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

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?

If a man loses anything and goes back and looks carefully for it, he will find it.

I am a red man. If the Great Spirit had desired me to be a white man he would have made me so in the first place.

Each man is good in the sight of the Great Spirit.

What treaty that the whites have kept has the red man broken? Not one.

What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat my wives or abuse my children? What law have I broken?

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.

This nation is like a spring freshet; it overruns its banks and destroys all who are in its path.

It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

If we must die, we die defending our rights.

A cold wind blew on the prairie on the day the last buffalo fell. A death wind for my people.

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!

"I do not wish to be shut up in a corral. All agency Indians I have seen are worthless. They are neither red warriors nor white farmers. They are neither wolf nor dog."