If I ever loved a woman, the more I loved her, the more I wanted to hurt her. Frida was only the most obvious victim of this disgusting trait.

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.

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.

My cubist paintings are my most Mexican.

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