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“A person can perform only from strength. One cannot build performance on weakness, let alone on something one cannot do at all.”

Quote by Peter Drucker

Book:Get the Right Things Done: The Drucker Collection (6 Items)

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Get the Right Things Done: The Drucker Collection (6 Items)

This collection brings together six seminal works by Peter Drucker, a renowned management consultant and author. The books cover a range of topics pertinent to management, leadership, and personal effectiveness, offering insights and practical advice for professionals and individuals seeking to improve their productivity and achieve their goals. more

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Peter Drucker, born on November 19, 1909 in Austria and died on November 11, 2005 in the United States, is regarded as the father of modern management. He is one of the greatest management thinkers of the 20th century. Drucker dedicated his life to the study of management theory and practice, and his works have had a profound impact on global enterprise management. more

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Source: Get the Right Things Done: The Drucker Collection (6 Items)

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