When you look at it that way, you can see how absurd it is that we individualize ourselves with our fences and hoarded possessions.
If you divorce capital from labor, capital is hoarded, and labor starves.
Experiences are like hoarded gold. Whenever I dole out a piece of my private suffering, that is when I get letters from all over the world.
A man hath riches. Whence came they, and whither go they? for this is the way to form a judgment of the esteem which they and their possessor deserve. If they have been acquired by fraud or violence, if they make him proud and vain, if they minister to luxury and intemperance, if they are avariciously hoarded up and applied to no proper use, the possessor becomes odious and contemptible.
What hidden, hoarded longings there are in all of us.
Each day is a precious gift to be savored and used, not left unopened and hoarded for a future that may never come.
An excess of hoarded wealth is the death of many.
It was like walking into a treasure trove of books, hoarded by pirate librarians.
Time lost can never be retrieved. Time cannot be hoarded, only spent well.
We are moving into a world of unaccountable and secretive corporations that manage all our communications and work hand in hand with governments to make us visible to them. Our privacy is being strip-mined and hoarded.
