I am a Shawnee. My forefathers were warriors. Their son is a warrior. From them, I take my only existence.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
Sell a country?! Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth? Did not the Great Spirit make them all for the use of his children?
