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.

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.

One of the most important parts of my life has been community.

One of the most important days of my life was when I learned to ride a bicycle.

The most important things in life aren't things.

The most important thing about my life is this integrity, and you can't lie to yourself.