We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
We did not know there were other people besides the Indian until about one hundred winters ago, when some men with white faces came… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I would give up everything rather than have the blood of white men upon the hands of my people. — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I have asked some of the great white chiefs where they get their authority to say to the Indian that he shall stay in… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
Good words will not give my people good health and stop them from dying. Good words will not get my people a home where… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
I do not believe that the Great Spirit Chief gave one kind of men the right to tell another kind of men what they… — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
We soon found that the white men were growing rich very fast, and were greedy. — Chief Joseph Copy Share Image
