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“A computer expert with the ability to create a one 100 million dollar empire in his mind could walk up to customs in New York with only the clothes on his back and say: nothing to declare. He could walk into this country or any country with 100 million dollars worth of value between his ears and in terms of capital or goods have nothing to declare”

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Brian Tracy
Brian Tracy

Brian Tracy (born January 5, 1944) is a Canadian-American entrepreneur, motivational speaker, and bestselling author. Rising from humble beginnings as a salesman, he built a global training empire through Brian Tracy International. He has authored over 70 books including the famous "Eat That Frog!" and has trained millions of professionals worldwide in sales, time management, and personal development. His practical strategies for business success have made him one of the most influential figures in the personal growth industry. more

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