O profetismo no Novo Testamento Exemplo: Santa Joana d’Arc (30/5)

Santo do Dia de 14 de novembro de 1992, sábado A D V E R T Ê N C I A Gravação de conferência do Prof. Plinio com sócios e cooperadores da TFP, não tendo sido revista pelo autor. Se Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira estivesse entre nós, certamente pediria que se colocasse explícita menção a […]

Bitte an die hl. Jeanne d’Arc für Frankreich

Freie Übersetzung aus Legionário, 7. Januar 1945 (*)   Photo details: Hochgeladen am Januar 3, 2007  auf Panoramio © Alle Rechte vorbehalten von androo Die nach dem Krieg 1914 wieder aufgebaute historische Kathedrale von Reims, ist das Heiligtum, in dem die Könige der Sippe des hl. Ludwig von der Kirche gekrönt  und mit dem Öl gesalbt […]

As 1981 Begins, Eyes on Poland – Folha de S. Paulo, December 31, 1980

  by Plinio Corrêa de Oliveira   In these days when the year turns, I turn to consider the situation in Poland. This topic is quite thought-provoking. Among the complex issues it raises, some may prove crucial to many events in the upcoming year. For instance, what exactly is the socio-economic model that the main […]

Cut, Ask, Meditate – Folha de S. Paulo, December 2, 1980

Such is the inherent authority of thought in all human affairs that man cannot tolerate conflict with it for long. Either he chooses to be guided by his reasoning and finds the right way, or he twists his thinking to justify his actions and falls into the abyss. That’s why most non-Marxist historians see the history of thought as the main thread in mankind’s history. Today, however, the number of people who simply don’t think is increasing every day—not those who are right or wrong, but those who just don’t think.

Yesterday, So Long Ago – Folha de S. Paulo, October 25, 1980

Each shock seizes the present so completely, with such vehemence, that the mind is carried on the black wings of apprehension toward a hostile future, and the past vanishes from view. When it finally returns, it is so faded and torn that it resembles a shapeless bundle of rags—nothing like the once-pleasant bouquet of forget-me-nots.

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