Young people should never work. Those who work cannot dream; and wisdom comes to us in dreams. You ask me to sell your product. Shall I sell my soul? You ask me to stay at my desk and build the organisation. It makes me feel empty. Then when I die I shall be but a shell of a real person. You ask me to sell my minutes, hours and days for little pieces of paper? I don't want them. I don't want to be rich. I want to be wealthy and wise.
"My Young men shall never work. Men who work cannot dream; and wisdom comes to us in dreams. You ask me to plow the ground. Shall I take a knife and tear my mother's breast? Then when I die she will not take me to her bosom to rest. You ask me to dig for stone. Shall I dig under her skin for her bones? Then when I die I cannot enter her body to be born again. You ask me to cut grass and make hay and sell it and be rich like white men. But how dare I cut off my mother's hair?" - Chief Joseph of the Nez Perce