Answer:
A dagger thrust at my own heart, dictates the way I'm swayed. Left I stand, and right I yield, to the twisting of the blade.
I don't have eyes, but once I did see. Once I had thoughts, but now I'm white and empty.
Three little letters, a paradox to some. The worse that it is, the better it becomes.
Five men were eating apples, A finished before B, but behind C. D finished before E, but behind B. What was the finishing order?
Turn us on our backs and open up our stomachs you will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?