A candle does it, and so do overworked people-though only one involves a literal flame being extinguished. The first four say what a fire does, the last three are what you do to leave.

I’m round and small yet worth much more. I travel through hands and rest in stores. I have no voice, yet tales I tell, Of wishes made in wells I dwell.

I am proof that great things can come from great pressure. A small magnifying glass can be used to show my worth, Lavoisier used a giant one to render it void. Many of these will be given next month - February.

I burn what I carry to flee what I call home, For if the burning ends I shall come back home.

I am an open space enclosed by walls that do not confine. I sit at the center of homes, schools, and old strongholds. People cross me without entering or leaving a building. I can be quiet as a garden or busy as a gathering place. What am I?