They found a whole fairyland in one head and under one nineteenth-century top hat.

Those of the English who were then children owe to Hans Andersen more than to any of their own writers, that essential educational emotion which feels that domesticity is not dull but rather fantastic; that sense of the fairyland of furniture, and the travel and adventure of the farmyard.
His treatment of inanimate things as animate was not a cold and awkward allegory: it was a true sense of a dumb divinity in things that are.
Through him a child did feel that the chair he sat on was something like a wooden horse.

Through him children and the happier kind of men did feel themselves covered by a roof as by the folded wings of some vast domestic fowl; and feel common doors like great mouths that opened to utter welcome.

In the story of "The Fir Tree" he transplanted to England a living bush that can still blossom into candles.

And in his tale of "The Tin Soldier" he uttered the true defence of romantic militarism against the prigs who would forbid it even as a toy for the nursery.