From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my own fortune.

When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.

Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.

Before the palefaces came among us, we enjoyed the happiness of unbounded freedom and were acquainted with neither riches, wants, nor oppression.

Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.

Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.

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.

A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.

Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers.