All Things Are Bound Together. All Things

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.

My Words Are Like The Stars That Never Change.

When The Earth Is Sick, The Animals Will Begin To Disappear, When That Happens, The Warriors Of The Rainbow Will Come To Save Them.

All Creation Is One. What We Do To One, We Do To The Entire Web Of Life.

The Air Is Precious To The Red Man, For All Things Share The Same Breath-the Beast, The Tree, The Man, They All Share The Same Breath. The White Man Does Not Seem To Notice The Air He Breathes. Like A Man Dying For Many Days, He Is Numb To The Stench.