"There is no city which can show what man can make out of matter, but at the same time, reveal to us what matter can make out of man. Sitting in the subway or letting all the races the world pass us by on the street, we can read in the book of faces what stories are written about our fellow man. Every face has a secret and a good photographer is in search of it. In New York green means walk, but red means run. Don't stop, as to stop is a sin, an interruption holding up the flow. It is not a smiling city because a smile needs contemplation, but there is no time for that. Time is money, and money does not smile. New York can laugh hard but shor