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

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.

I am an atheist and I consider religions to be a form of collective neurosis. I am not an enemy of the Catholics, as I am not an enemy of the tuberculars, the myopic or the paralytics; you cannot be an enemy of the sick, only their good friend in order to help them cure themselves.

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

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.

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