1.
Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children.
Crazy Horse
'Care for the environment: it was not bequeathed to you by your forebears, it was lent to you by your progeny. We do not receive the Earth from our Forefathers, we borrow it from our Descendants.'
2.
Upon suffering beyond suffering: the Red Nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world. A world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations. A world longing for light again. I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole Earth will become one circle again.
Crazy Horse
3.
I salute the light within your eyes where the whole universe dwells. For when you are at that center within you and I am at that place within me, we shall be one.
Crazy Horse
I extol the brilliance that exists within your sight, where all of creation resides. For if you are at the kernel inside yourself and I am in my innermost being, then we will become unified.
4.
We preferred our own way of living. We were no expense to the government. All we wanted was peace and to be left alone.
Crazy Horse
We favored our own lifestyle. We posed no burden to the state. All we sought was tranquility and to be left undisturbed.
5.
I see a time of Seven Generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the Sacred Tree of Life and the whole earth will become One Circle again.
Crazy Horse
I envision a period of Seven Cycles when all the hues of humanity will assemble beneath the Holy Tree of Existence and the entire planet will become an Interconnected Ring once more.
6.
One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.
Crazy Horse
One does not dispose of the terrain on which people traverse.
7.
Hokahey! Today is a good day to die.
Crazy Horse
8.
My lands are where my dead lie buried.
Crazy Horse
My ancestors' remains lie interred on my territory.
9.
At my death paint my body with red paint and plunge it into fresh water to be restored back to life, otherwise my bones will be turned into stone and my joints into flint in my grave, but my spirit will rise
Crazy Horse
10.
My friend, why should you wish to shorten my life by taking from me my shadow? (To photographer Dr. Valentine T. McGillycuddy.)
Crazy Horse