Quotes By Sitting Bull

Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?

Strangely enough, they have a mind to till the soil, and the love of possessions is a disease in them.

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

I am here by the will of the Great Spirit, and by his will I am chief.

They claim this mother of ours, the Earth, for their own use, and fence their neighbors away from her, and deface her with their buildings and their refuse.

He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires.

I want to tell you that if the Great Spirit had chosen anyone to be the chief of this country, it is myself.

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.

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!

Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now they threaten to take that from us also.

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

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

God made me an Indian.

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.

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?

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

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

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?

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

Therefore, I do not wish to consider any proposition to cede any portion of our tribal holdings to the Great Father.

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

It is not necessary for eagles to be crows.

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.

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.

You think I am a fool, but you are a greater fool than I am.

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.

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.