You earn me slow, then spend me fast, you try your best to make me last. I buy you things both big and small, yet wages never seem enough at all.

Stoke me to make me stronger. Listen to my Blazing Passion. Find me to light your way. Love intensifies me, yet also destroys without reason. What am I?

A head but no brain A mouth but can't speak I'm a catcher not a pitcher I'm always on the line but I'm not in the army

Jagged scraps of a whole, useless on their own. Only after much reflection is my picture shown.

I share my name with something in your blood, yet I’m also stacked in a gym and swung on a field. I smooth out wrinkles without fingers, but I can’t move at all without someone guiding me. I live on the periodic table, but I’m just as at home in a closet before work. What am I?