Buckley, hope, and faith

When I was young -- about 15 or so, I think -- my mother took me to an event, in Anchorage, Alaska (where I lived), at which William F. Buckley was the speaker.  (I think it was a Rotary-type civic organization's meeting.)  After the talk, during the Q & A, an elderly woman asked him (something like), "Mr. Buckley, most conservatives are gloomy and pessimistic.  But you seem happy and hopeful.  Why?"

"Because," he said, "I know that my Redeemer lives."  That was it.  Perfect.