The Weekly Standard pays tribute to WFB this week, beginning with a tribute from Bill Kristol:

Andy Ferguson tells a familiar tale — “I came to him when I was still a teenager, through television” — characteristically eloquently.

Christopher Hitchens captures a snapshot of what could have been just about any day:

The late William F. Buckley Jr. was a man of incessant labor and productivity, with a slight allowance made for that saving capacity for making it appear easy. But he was driven, all right, and restless, and never allowed himself much ease on his own account. There was never a moment, after taping some session at Firing Line, where mere recourse to some local joint was in prospect. He was always just about to be late for the next plane, or column, or speech, or debate.

But it wasn’t just the next speech; Terry Eastland writes: “I think Bill’s days somehow went longer than 24 hours. They had to, to accommodate his innumerable friendships.”

Lest we forget, Joseph Bottum reminds us God and Man at Yale began with God.