I know now that he who hopes to be universal in his art must plant in his own soil. Great art is like a tree, which grows in a particular place and has a trunk, leaves, blossoms, boughs, fruit, and roots of its own. The more native art is, the more it belongs to the entire world, because taste is rooted in nature. When art is true, it is one with nature. This is the secret of primitive art and also of the art of the mastersMichelangelo, Czanne, Seurat, and Renoir. The secret of my best work is that it is Mexican.

I do not believe in God, yet I believe in Picasso.

To be an artist, one must . . . never shirk from the truth as he understands it, never withdraw from life

Looking back upon my work today, I think the best I have done grew out of things deeply felt, the worst from a pride in mere talent.

The rôle of the artist is that of a soldier of the revolution.

July 13, 1954 was the most tragic day of my life. I had lost my beloved Frida forever. To late now I realized that the most wonderful part of my life had been my love for Frida.

Through her paintings, she breaks all the taboos of the woman's body and of female sexuality.