I have no eyes, yet I show you a world. I can be thin as a sigh or wide as a storm. I can hold the past, and I can shape the future. What am I?

I make rich men look more distinguished and educated, but I am not made of anything fancy, usually just glass and metal. You might see me in a famous novel being worn by Wilkins Micawber.

I am surrounded by water, but I do not have an engine or mast. You might find me in a marina or near a lakeside cabin.

I push and pull where steel giants roam, across the waves, I guide them home. My size is small, my strength is vast, I lead the way, proud and fast. I twist and turn where harbors meet, and dance upon the water’s beat.

I have a stuffing, but I do not have a appearance at tables. I am often seen in beds.