In an old community there has been time for associations to gather and for interesting types to develop. People do not feel that they all must be exactly alike. At present in the west there seems to be an idea that we all must be like somebody else, as much as if we had all been cast in the same mold. We wear exactly similar clothes, drive the same make of car, live in the same part of town, in the same style of house. Not long ago one of my dear friends said to me that she was about to move.
New things are always ugly.
New clothes are always ugly. A prima donna will never wear a new gown upon the stage. A house can never be beautiful until it has been lived in for a long time. An old house built and furnished in miserable taste is more beautiful than a new house built and furnished in correct taste. The beauty lies in the associations that cluster around it, the way in which the house has fitted itself to the people.