My features I take from my father, but my spirit, my industry and perseverance I get from my Indian mother.

No, I have not a drop of what they call white blood in my veins. My father was a full blooded Negro, and my mother was a full blooded Chippewa.

Until I was twelve years old, I led this wandering life, fishing, swimming, and making moccasins.

I was practically driven to Rome in order to obtain the opportunities for art culture and to find a social atmosphere where I was not constantly reminded of my color. The land of liberty had no room for a colored sculptor.

I have a strong sympathy for all women who have struggled and suffered.

Some praise me because I am a colored girl, and I don't want that kind of praise. I had rather you would point out my defects, for that will teach me something.