You handle depression in much the same way as you handle a tiger.

I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.

There is a certain frame of mind to which a cemetery is, if not an antidote, at least an alleviation. If you are in a fit of the blues, go nowhere else.

May I make a suggestion, hoping it is not an impertinence? Write it down: write down what you feel. It is sometimes a wonderful help in misery.

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.

If you're on the Underground and feel a bit depressed, Stare at the person opposite and imagine them undressed.

The best thing for being sad is to learn something.

I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.

The only way to avoid being miserable is not to have enough leisure to wonder whether you are happy or not.

Fake feeling good ... You may have the most legitimate reason in the world to be unhappy ... but when you're with people, don't wear your depression like a badge ... learn to fake cheerfulness. Believe it or not, eventually that effort will pay off: you'll actually start feeling happier.