What I know for sure is that every sunrise is like a new page, a chance to right ourselves and receive each day in all its glory. Each day is a wonder.

We will rebuild, renew and remain the capital of the free world [after 9/11 attack].

But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.

If calamities had the weight of physical objects we should long have been crushed down, or else, we should by now have been hunchbacked, unsteady on our feet, and with faces full of gloom and utter despair. Yet my entire body throbs with life and is full of expectations. Each day brings a fresh stock of experiences and new dreams.

If you can make it through the night, there's a brighter day.

I believe that even amid today's mortar bursts and whining bullets, there is still hope for a brighter tomorrow.