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
What treaty have the Sioux made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they have kept? Not one. When I was a boy the Sioux owned… — 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
