I think every period - except for the 14th century, or something - has some merits.
It's the gloomy things that need our help, if everything in the garden is sunny, why meddle?
Sometimes the weekend gets hijacked by work, but as my mother would say, this is the right problem.
Harsh reality is always better than false hope.
I have fits of melancholia when I watch the news, but we all do, don't we?
You never know people, do you? You can work with 'em for twenty years; you don't know 'em at all.