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The Autobiography of Andrew Carnegie and His Essay: The Gospel of Wealth

This book is a compilation of Andrew Carnegie's memoirs and his seminal essay, which discusses the ethical obligations of the affluent in contributing to the public welfare. Carnegie's reflections on his life and business ventures are accompanied by his philosophical musings on wealth distribution and social responsibility. more

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Andrew Carnegie
Andrew Carnegie

Andrew Carnegie, born on November 25, 1835, and died on August 11, 1919, was a renowned business magnate. He rose from a common employee in a railway company to become a leading figure in the steel industry. Carnegie achieved great success in business, but he is also known for his charitable endeavors, donating a substantial amount of money to education, libraries, and public welfare. more

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