Only the work of art itself can raise the standard of taste.

Never before had a woman put such agonizing poetry on canvas as Frida did

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

I did not know it then, but Frida had already become the most important fact in my life. And would continue to be, up to the moment she died, 27 years later.

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.

My cubist paintings are my most Mexican.

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.