There are not enough Indians in the world to defeat the Seventh Cavalry.

You ask me if I will not be glad when the last battle is fought, so far as the country is concerned I, of course, must wish for peace, and will be glad when the war is ended, but if I answer for myself alone, I must say that I shall regret to see the war end.

Benteen, come on, big village, be quick. Bring packs.

I appeal to you as a soldier to spare me the humiliation of seeing my regiment march to meet the enemy and I not share its dangers.

I would be willing, yes glad, to see a battle every day during my life.

My purpose is to make my narrative as truthful as possible.

Nations have always good reasons for being what they are, and the best of all is that they cannot be otherwise.

The circumstances of human society are too complicated to be submitted to the rigor of mathematical calculation.

What annoyances are more painful than those of which we cannot complain?

The love of their country is with them only a mode of flattering its master; as soon as they think that master can no longer hear, they speak of everything with a frankness which is the more startling because those who listen to it become responsible.