My Cubist Paintings Are My Most Mexican.

The Artist Must Try To Raise The Level Of Taste Of The Masses, Not Debase Himself To The Level Of Unformed And Impoverished Taste.

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.

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.

Never Before Had A Woman Put Such Agonizing Poetry On Canvas As Frida Did