I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?

I'm spoken through problems, some yet to be solved. Through logic and science, I'm always involved. Most everyone knows me, some animals too. I help you determine what's many, what's few.

Some claim these aren’t real. It took Alfred Hitchcock to make them scary. Spelled differently, they turn, turn, turn

Silent guardian of the sea, slow yet steady, bearing a shell ancient traveler of deep waters.

I’m open to sky, yet shelter I bring, A stage, a shade, a place to sing. Not a tent, not a hall, though I host them too, what structure am I, enjoyed by you?