Only The Work Of Art Itself Can

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've Never Believed In God, But I Believe In Picasso.

An Artist Is Above All A Human Being, Profoundly Human To The Core. If The Artist Can't Feel Everything That Humanity Feels, If The Artist Isn't Capable Of Loving Until He Forgets Himself And Sacrifices Himself If Necessary, If He Won't Put Down His Magic Brush And Head The Fight Against The Oppressor, Then He Isn't A Great Artist.

Only The Work Of Art Itself Can Raise The Standard Of Taste.

I Do Not Believe In God, Yet I Believe In Picasso.