I'm in a box, full of that which is most rare... While dull in the dark, I glisten once unlocked.

A hole in a pole. Though I fill a hole in white, I'm used more by the day and less by the night. What am I?

What starts out in a field and then crashed on a stone. It becomes much more when to the fire it's thrown?

What hatches without food?

Who works when he plays and plays when he works?

Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.

I have six faces but not even one body connected, 21 eyes in total but cannot see. What am I?

I have a face but no eyes, hands but no arms. What am I?

Hot tempered and sometimes it blows its top, making a mess of everything.

I drive men mad for the love of me. Easily beaten, never free. What am I?

Through its wounds, water does run. It once held many but now has none. What is it?

I walked and walked and at last I got it. I didn't want it. So I stopped and looked for it. When I found it, I threw it away.

What is the middle of water but is not an island?

I am a good state, there can be no doubt of it; But those who are in, entirely are out of it.

It can be repeated but rarely in the same way. It can't be changed but can be rewritten. It can be passed down, but should not be forgotten.

What comes in many varieties and can't be seen or touched, but it often makes you move?

The man who invented it doesn't want it. The man who bought it doesn't need it. The man who needs it doesn't know it. What is it?

What occurs four times in every week, twice in every month, only once in a year but never in a day?

I am not alive and yet I grow. Just put me next to where it grows. A favorite of the summertime, best with friends when combined. What am I?

I can fill a house or fill your mouth but you can never catch me in your hands. What am I?