The Village

Old man: People get too used to convenience. They think convenience is better. They throw out what's truly good.

Young man: But what about lights?

Old man: We've got candles and linseed oil.

Young man: But night's are so dark!

Old man: Yes, that's what night's supposed to be. Why should night be bright as day? I wouldn't like nights so bright you couldn't see the stars.

- An exchange between the young man and the old man in Kurosawa's Dreams

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In western lands beneath the Sun
the flowers may rise in Spring,
the trees may bud, the waters run,
the merry finches sing.
Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night
and swaying beeches bear
the Elven-stars as jewels white
amid their branching hair.

Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars forever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.

- J.R.R. Tolkien, Return of the King