My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were the only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make so much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow? So many other men have lived and shall live that story, to be grass upon the hills.
- BLACK ELK, OGLALA SIOUX, 1863-1950
