Answer:
The more you take, the more you leave behind.
Halo of water, tongue of wood. Skin of stone, long I've stood. My fingers short reach to the sky. Inside my heart men live and die.
What can be big, white, dirty and wicked?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?