July 13, 1954 Was The Most Tragic

To Be An Artist, One Must . . . Never Shirk From The Truth As He Understands It, Never Withdraw From Life

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

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.

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.