We thought, because we had power, we had wisdom.

Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

Dreaming men are haunted men

You call my candidate a horse thief, and I call yours a lunatic, and we both of us know it's just till election day. It's an American custom, like eating corn on the cob. And, afterwards, we settle down quite peaceably and agree we've got a pretty good country - until next election.

Bury my heart at Wounded Knee.