How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Tribe follows tribe, nations follow nations like the tides of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Your God loves your people and hates mine; he folds his strong arms lovingly around the white man and leads him as a father… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Our people are ebbing away like a rapidly receding tide that will never return. The white man's God cannot love our people, or He… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
“The white man will never be alone. Let him be just, and deal kindly with my people. For the dead are not powerless.” — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land,… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
Humans merely share the Earth. We can only protect the land, not own it. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
What is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around the… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
To us, the ashes of our ancestors are sacred and their resting place is hallowed ground. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
