Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food. - Austin O'Malley
..........books are yours, Within whose silent chambers treasure lies Preserved from age to age; more precious far Than that accumulated store of gold And orient gems, which, for a day of need, The Sultan hides deep in ancestral tombs. These hoards of truth you can unlock at will: - William Wordsworth
A man that hoards up riches and enjoys them not, is like an ass that carries gold and eats thistles.