The earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon themselves. — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth… — 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
