Man Belongs To The Earth,

Man Does Not Weave This Web Of Life. He Is Merely A Strand Of It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself.

We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air Or The Sparkle Of The Water. How Can You Buy Them From Us?

We Are A Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us.

There Is No Quiet Place In The White Man's Cities. No Place To Hear The Unfurling Of Leaves In Spring, Or The Rustle Of An Insect's Wings. But Perhaps It Is Because I Am A Savage And Do Not Understand. The Clatter Only Seems To Insult The Ears.

All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One Family.