I hold a thousand stories yet tell none of my own. I am crossed by those who fear me, Followed by those who trust me, And forgotten by those who know me best. What am I?

Once I was worth more than a fortune Men fought and died over me Now I'm only remembered when needed in a pinch

I'm a gateway for singles. Sometimes I have bars, sometimes I look like a type of door. You will usually encounter me at the start and the end. I thrive in subway or metro stations. Can you guess what am I?

Three snowy spheres all stacked with care, a carrot nose and scarf I wear. With coal for a smile, I proudly stand, a winter guest shaped by your hand.

In waves, in lattes, and beds I’m found, a crowd of bubbles packed around.