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? — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
As individual fingers we can easily be broken, but all together we make a mighty fist. — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my… — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
You come here to tell us lies, but we don't want to hear them. If we told you more, you would have paid no… — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
Only seven years ago we made a treaty by which we were assured that the buffalo country should be left to us forever. Now… — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
For us, warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right… — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say... — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
He put in your heart certain wishes and plans; in my heart, he put other different desires. — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
What white man has ever seen me drunk? Who has ever come to me hungry and left me unfed? Who has seen me beat… — Sitting Bull Copy Share Image
